ayoungboy | We found love in a hopeless place

It's been 5 years since this whole nightmare began, and both sides had sustained incredible casualties. The whole of Europe was fairly decimated, but England was definitely the worst. Perhaps the worst of it all was the fact that Merlin didn't know if Arthur was dead or alive. Yes, he thought about him often. How stupid they'd both been. Merlin was willing to fight for what he believed in, but it hadn't been about him - it should have been about them, about working it out together. It should never have come to this.

He still wears the engagement ring on his finger. He's almost lost it once or twice, but it's still there - and he makes sure to take care of it and clean it, repair it. But that's not what this meeting it about; he's been selected to represent the magical community in the negotiations. All they wanted was their freedom back. Magic wasn't inherently evil; it was people that used it for nefarious purposes, people that mistreated it. They were willing to help put those people in jail. If only the non-magic users would understand.

They're meeting on what used to be Parliament, reduced to rubble, now. Merlin's fiddling with his hands, twisting the ring nervously. They've set up wards already; there are a few other magical delegates and guards there, but Merlin is to do the central talking. Still, there's only so much they can guard against, and if the non-magic users decide to attack…well, the magic users weren't going to be too keen on reopening negotiations after that.

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royalpratness

Arthur watches him, bringing his hands up to Merlin's shoulders.

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ayoungboy

The warlock finally comes to rest at Arthur's hips, kissing and nibbling teasingly near to his dick. "Hm..."

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royalpratness

Arthur arches his hips up invitingly, stretching beneath Merlin.

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ayoungboy

"Did you miss my mouth, sweetheart?" Merlin purrs, smirking a little.

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royalpratness

"Gosh, yes." Arthur grins down at him.

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ayoungboy

Merlin presses a slow line of kisses to Arthur's cock, lightly down the shaft. "Mm..."

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royalpratness

"Will you hurry up already?" Arthur nudges Merlin with his thigh.

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ayoungboy

"Don't be so impatient." Merlin scowls. "I'm going to enjoy this."

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royalpratness

"I've told you I have to be back soon." Arthur runs his fingers through Merlin's hair.

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ayoungboy

"You'll be back. You want a blowjob or not?" Merlin takes a teasing lick at Arthur's tip.

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royalpratness

"Of course I do." He sighs, letting his head fall back against the pillow.

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ayoungboy

"Then shut up. Such a prat." Merlin teases lightly, wrapping his lips around Arthur's tip and sucking lightly.

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royalpratness

Arthur mutters an insult under his breath but stops talking otherwise. A moan escapes his lips when Merlin's lips wrap around his dick.

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ayoungboy

Merlin hums and starts sucking him down, watching ArthurMs reactions, drinking them in.

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royalpratness

Arthur groans, tilting his head back and tightening his fingers in Merlin's hair.

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ayoungboy

It's been a while since he's sucked cock, so he's a little out of practice, but he manages to keep his teeth tucked away and his head bobbing.

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royalpratness

"Fuck, Merlin." Arthur tries to keep his hips down and not to thrust into Merlin's mouth.

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ayoungboy

Merlin gives a lewd slurp, eyes wide and mischevious as he slides his hand up Arthur's thigh to work his balls.

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royalpratness

Arthur jerks beneath Merlin's mouth and hand, his fingers curling into the bedsheets.

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ayoungboy

Merlin hums around him, watching as Arthur struggles with that delicious edge.

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royalpratness

"Merlin..." Arthur whines, rocking his hips up.

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ayoungboy

"Mm..." Merlin hums encouragingly, rubbing Arthur's balls and rhythmically bobbing his head.

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royalpratness

Arthur doesn't last much longer. With one last moan, he jerks beneath Merlin, coming inside his mouth.

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ayoungboy

Merlin swallows quickly, not wanting to make too much of a mess. And - god, it tastes like Arthur. He never thought it would feel so good to taste his fiancé's come.